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"Wake up," a masculine voice says above a gentle whisper.

I stir in my sleep, slowly batting my eyes open, and the sight before me looks like heaven.

Taehyung is sitting up on his elbow, letting his head rest against the palm of his hand while he looks down at me with a soft smile.

"You're so gorgeous when you sleep," the compliment takes me off guard, so I try to sit up, but he places his hand on my chest. "Don't leave so soon," he whispers, gesturing to the bedroom door and then back to me. "If you leave, then I'll have no excuse not to work. At least while you're here with me, I can say I'm spending time with you,"

I watch his fingers take a strand of my locks, examining the piece of hair as if it's a rarity to find.

"Are you okay?" I ask that with as much softness as I can because I don't want to ruin his mood.

He only nods, still surveying my hair. "I just haven't slept this good since we were in Italy. I guess I've just been missing you," he sits up in bed this time. "If I ask you to take a shower with me, what would you say?"

Sitting up, I watch him closely. "I would ask why," I admit, watching the way his confident smile spreads across those damn kissable lips of his.

"What if I told you," he crawls to me with a mischievous glint in his eye, "that I wanted," he lets his finger run down the buttons of my pajama shirt, "you,"

At first, it didn't hit me what he meant until I saw the look in his eyes. I don't know what he's aiming for by doing this, but I can't replace Eris, and I hope he knows that.

"Taehyung, tell me one thing. Are you doing this because you want me or because you want her?"

I thought I may have ruined everything by mentioning her, but shockingly, he shakes his head, still keeping that confident smirk as before.

"What could she give me anyway—heartbreak? I'm finished with her, and even if I still get sore when thinking of her, I'm moving on. I'm not sure where we stand, but if you let me, I want to try to move on with you,"

My eyes stay glued to his as if shocked by his bold statement. I couldn't have ever thought about this situation with him.

"I—"

"Don't answer now," he places a quick kiss on my lips. "Just give me a chance," he takes my hand, pulling me from the bed to the bathroom.

I don't even have time to think of why he's acting this way because his whole personality switched or maybe it hasn't switched. Maybe it's because we haven't seen much of each other since being back, but still, could he feel this way?

When he shuts the bathroom door, he pulls me closer to him where he presses his lips to mine, but he doesn't do so aggressively as in Italy. He goes slow, letting his tongue slide over my top lip before sneaking his tongue inside my mouth.

He continues kissing me while holding me carefully while walking forward. He suddenly picks me up and places me on the countertop.

He pulls away, concentrating on his fingers while they undo my pajama shirt.

Each button he undoes, I feel his breath pick up higher and higher until every button is undone. His fingers go to my shirt, and he pulls it open carefully while examining my chest as if a sculpture in a famous art museum.